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Contributed by Dark_angel_babay on Saturday, 21st June 2003 @ 07:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

She slowly removes her covers,
As her alarm clock sounds,
She stands up and takes a long look at her body,
The scars are slowly fading,
but she knows what's her fate,
As she gets dressed in her clothes,
And slowly heads out to do her work,
Her boots are at her thighs,
And her skirt has a long slit,
She stands at a corner in the road,
And watches the cars slowly pass by,
Suddenly, she notices one slowing
And then it comes to a stop,
How much baby,
He asks her loudly,
and she replies her amount,
She steps into his car,
and quickly they drive off,
As soon as she gets there,
She gets right to her work,
After its all over,
he drops her off back home,
As she walks in the door,
She notices her reflection,
one that she can't stand anymore,
Glancing at the counter in her mirror,
She sees her fate,
A small switch blade knife,
Suddenly she grabs it,
And then draws a cold bath,
She then lays in the water,
And quickly slits her wrists,
Looking at the ceiling takeing her last breaths,
Suddenly its over,
And there isn't anything left...

Copyright © Dark_angel_babay ... [ 2003-06-21 19:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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